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The bright sunlight scorched her eyes, causing her to sit up immediately. Amy looked down and realised that she wasn't wearing a shirt, "Ugh where am I?" She groaned, placing her palm to her throbbing forehead.

Someone laughed from the other end of the room, and her eyes followed the voice to see Chris standing over the small sink. In her bewildered state she had forgotten that of course he would be there, and startled she pulled the white sheet up around her to cover up.

"That bad huh?" He asked, smiling as he moved across the room to sit on the corner of her bed. "Here this should help a little..." The Canadian told her, handing her a glass of water and couple of aspirin. "Never knew you could party so hard Amy,"

And that was the exact moment that everything came flooding back to her, the bar, the drinks, the kiss, waking up in bed, asking Chris to join her and then asking him to kiss her again. What had she done? Although blurry her memory recalled the moment as being hot and intense, the proof of that being her shirt carelessly discarded on the floor.

What if he thought she was a drunken slut? What if he only kissed her to shut her up? She herself had to admit that she wanted it, alcohol or not. She remembered aching for his touch, yearning to feel his lips on hers the way they had when they were doing it as part of the plan. But the second kiss had nothing to do with that, nothing to do with Jay or Trish...she just needed it.

But how did he feel? Was he just living in the moment, did he regret it now?

Chris sighed as he watched her popped the small pills into her mouth and down the water before she looked at him again. He could tell she was feeling like shit, but even in her hung over state she looked incredible to him. Why hadn't he taken the time before to notice every perfect feature of her face, the way her jaw seemed to long to be traced by only his fingers, the way that her smile could light up the entire room?

He couldn't shake the memory of his mouth entwined with hers, his tongue softly massaging hers as she lustfully accepted him. It was a kiss unlike any he'd ever received and he couldn't stop thinking about it, it replayed over and over in his head....But did Amy regret it. Or worse did she even remember it, or was it all just the alcohol taking over?

Amy didn't know what to do, so she decided that it was in her best interest to pretend that she didn't remember what happened last night. That way no one got hurt, she wouldn't have to be crushed if he regretted it, and Chris wouldn't have to feel bad when he told her that it was a mistake. Because he must view it as a mistake, he was in love with Trish after all...not her. On the other hand if he was the one to bring it up, then and only then would she face it. "Why do you say that?" She asked, finally saying something to him.

Chris's head lowered, she didn't remember after all. It must not have generated the same spark in her that it did him, he'd just have to forget about it. "No reason," He replied, propping himself up off the bed, using her leg for support, "You just had a lot to drink that's all." Chris told her, trying not to let the hurt ring through his voice.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, his words stung her...the way he shot them at her made her think that he definitely regretted their kiss. An awkward silence filled the room; it seemed neither of them knew exactly what to say.

But it wasn't quiet for long as the door that Chris sworn he'd locked flew open and in walked Stacy Keibler wearing a bright red Santa hat. "Merry Christmas!" She said cheerily.

"Stacy what are you doing here?" Amy asked, "Shouldn't you be gone home for Christmas like everyone else?"

The blonde smiled, "Well my flight got cancelled too, so you're both stuck with me until further notice." It was then that she noticed Amy wasn't wearing a shirt and her eyes scanned the room to see it laying there on the floor. She then turned her gaze to the red head, who sadly knew exactly where this was going, "Am I interrupting something?" Stacy questioned, her eyebrow raised at what she thought she had barged in on.

"It is most definitely not what it looks like..." Amy blurted, knowing full well that it was no use...Stacy was bound to think what she wanted to.

A sadistic smile curled over the Baltimore native's lips, "I'm sure it's not." She said sarcastically, moving further into the room and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

Amy slid out of the bed, "Well I'm going to grab a shower..." She stated, not wanting to push the subject any further and wanting to escape the uncomfortable feeling looming around her.

Once Stacy was sure Amy was out of the room she turned her focus to Chris, "Ok so spill it, what's really going on here? Neither of you have looked at each other since I walked in here."

He nervously ran a hand back through his hair, "I don't know what you're talking about Stace."

"Bullshit, something happened here and I demand to know what it was..." The blonde said forcefully, not letting Chris brush her off like that. At first he didn't say anything, so she folded her arms over her chest to let him know that she meant business, "We aren't getting any younger here Jerky, and I get the feeling that you'd rather not have Amy in on this conversation so you better start flapping those gums mister," She commanded, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Ok ok..." He said to her, finally giving in, deciding against beating around the bush and cutting right to the important part "We kissed, and it got pretty heated...her shirt came off and then..."

"And then I walked in?" She questioned, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Chris began to pace to room, "Well no this happened last night..."

Her hand covered her mouth in shock, "Oh my god you guys slept together!"

"NO- n-n-n-no..." He stuttered frantically waving his arms at her to make it clear that was most certainly not what happened.

She sighed and sat back down, crossing her legs, "Ok then what did happen?"

The Canadian was growing rather impatient with her, "If you'd let me finish." Stacy rose her hands apologetically before he continued.

When he was sure she wouldn't interrupt again he kept going, "So we were both really into it, or so I thought...but once I pulled her shirt over her head I looked down to see that she had fallen asleep. Now I'm stuck with this haunting memory of how passionate we were with each other and not our ex's and she can't remember a damn thing. It's my own fault I guess, I shouldn't have kissed her when she asked, she had too much to drink it was just the alcohol talking."

Stacy couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer, "Wo wo wo back it up, she asked you to kiss her?" He nodded, "Well then Chris my friend, weather she remembers what happened or not deep down she wants you."

"Stace I think you're reading too much into blind drunken lust..."

She smiled, "And you're not reading enough into it," Stacy stated, a gleam of hope in her eye. "Listen Chris you're just going to have to make her remember last night, because I'm beginning to think I was right all along, you two do belong together..."

"I don't know Stace...."

Stacy laughed lightly, "Lucky for us...I do."

The conversation quickly came to an end when a now fully clothed Amy immerged from the bathroom. She made her way over to where Chris and Stacy were, towel drying her hair as she went, "Stacy why do you look so happy?"

"Cause its Christmas silly..." Amy rolled her eyes as the blonde pulled something from behind her back, "I brought you and Chris a little something by the way..."

"What?" Amy asked curiosity getting the best of her.

The Baltimore native held something green up over Amy's head, "Mistletoe."

Looking over the red head could see that Chris was now standing beside her.... "Stacy!" She wined.

"Oh come on its Christmas."

Reluctantly she looked back at him, and closed her eyes as he leaned in. She wanted so badly for it not to affect her, but she couldn't have her wish. As much as she wanted to deny what she was feeling, the soft kiss made her realise that she indeed had developed feelings for him after all.

Now what was she going to do?